The Witch's Imaginary Land: Redemption Comes After Sticking Together

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"Because I know that when I reach the joy within my heart, that will be the end of my self."

"Pleasure is such a fragile and luxurious thing. Only when it can never be reached can we tirelessly deceive ourselves and smile."

"It can never compare to so-called happiness, so I envy you and I admire you."

"Your happiness."

Jiang Kehan ​​felt her body being torn apart, and with difficulty, she raised her head and plunged the sword in her hand even deeper.

"Happiness is something you should hold in your own hands, you bastard!"

Zhu Zhi felt a little regretful after hearing this, but she still didn't open her eyes, only sighing softly.

She gripped Jiang Kehan's neck tightly, so cruelly and without hesitation.

"So, please die after me. Although I still can't hold back, it will be a blessing in the end."

“A meaningless blessing from joy.”

Jiang Kehan ​​could only gasp for breath, but her hands remained steady, easily slicing through Zhu Zhi's body, including her neck, completely splitting her in two.

Only then did she dare to fall backward, breathing heavily and letting out a bitter laugh.

"Really, I almost died."

However, Zhu Zhi died first in her last act of courage, bidding farewell to that eternal loneliness.

Perhaps, what the gods seek in the sunset is not new life, but the eternal night that the sunset has taken away.

Chapter 435 The Final Ritual

Jiang Kehan ​​struggled to get up from the ground, looked around, and felt somewhat helpless.

The catballs have returned to the Silver Sea and are in good condition, especially Odcat, who seems to have grasped something after possessing her and is quite excited.

However, almost everyone else was paralyzed.

"God" and Celia were still unconscious, but it was clear that their bodies were dissipating as the portal reopened.

Well, we don't need to worry about these injured people anymore, that's good.

Jiang Kehan ​​gently curled her index finger against her cheek, her gaze shifting. She really couldn't imagine what kind of expression Celia, such a proud cat, would have when she woke up and found herself in this state.

It couldn't possibly be from fluffy hair and panting breath, haha...

Jiang Kehan ​​swallowed hard, then suddenly fell into deep thought. Should she take advantage of her current power at the level of the End Witch and, as a precaution, deliver a quick chop to the back of Celia's neck?

After all, pain is only a momentary thing, but death is a lifelong thing.

However, Jiang Kehan ​​looked away and temporarily abandoned this tempting idea, instead gazing solemnly ahead.

The ceremony continued, and even escalated, to the point of almost getting out of control.

After killing Ye Laixiang, Zhu Zhi completely disregarded control of the ritual, causing the originally meticulous ceremony to become brutal. Fortunately, less than a minute had passed, and it could still be salvaged.

Jiang Kehan ​​breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat fortunate.

She took out the sleeping Ye Yu from her personal space and moved her away the moment the battle began, since Ye Yu, who had transformed into a cat, was truly dead at the slightest touch.

"I wonder if the method Sister Yeyu taught me will be effective?"

Jiang Kehan ​​muttered to herself as she walked to the spot where Ye Laixiang had died. She gently laid Ye Yu down, then used her magic to draw upon the fragmented memories of countless bystanders from history, artificially "resurrecting" the witch.

The uniqueness of the Great Witches meant that history could not preserve their presence, and even the Gate of Time could not achieve this.

The great witches in the stories are either the vengeful spirits of witches who have already died, or great witches living in the future who actively cut out a segment of their memories and threw it into the portal of time and space.

However, there's something absurd about the Great Witches: their essence has transcended mere magic or physical form.

Especially after entering the third stage of the Great Witch, even with only a trace of "consciousness" remaining, it was enough to return from the Underworld and be reborn.

The consciousness mentioned here could be other people's impressions of the Great Witch, which is idealistic and illogical.

However, if everyone forgets Ye Yu, as long as her great deeds remain, she can be resurrected, but the resurrection speed will be ridiculously slow, at least a hundred years.

Therefore, to kill a witch, generally only another witch can do it.

What Jiang Kehan ​​is doing now is to actively coordinate the impressions of Ye Laixiang and Ye Yu within the portal of time and space, and to reunite them as one.

"I hope it's a good dream." She placed Ye Yu, who was gradually turning into human form, on the ground and smiled as she smoothed the corners of his furrowed brows.

Ye Yu will not wake up immediately; this is Jiang Kehan's intention.

After all, Ye Yu's mission was completed, and now it was time for her to strive and reap the rewards. It would be better to let her rest a little longer.

Jiang Kehan ​​stretched and then looked at Jennifer Hayes, who was holding Keva Miller like a statue, and teleported in front of her.

“Give me Keva Miller,” she said softly.

"If you can, please also tell more and more witches who are waiting for salvation that their tomorrow will also be filled with sunshine."

Jiang Kehan ​​proudly puffed out her chest, revealing a smile that she tried to suppress but still couldn't hide.

Jennifer Hayes blinked. With the reopening of the portal, she now knew the true past and her current situation.

So when she saw Jiang Kehan ​​like this, she couldn't help but laugh, feeling a little emotional.

She's just like a child... but she's worthy of her trust.

“Okay, I will.” Jennifer Hayes looked at her and responded softly, her body gradually disintegrating, disappearing like brilliant starlight.

Only the determination and smile in her eyes remained forever etched in Jiang Kehan's memory.

Jiang Kehan ​​couldn't help but suppress her smile, looking at Keva Miller in her arms with a touch of melancholy.

To some extent, it may not be easy for her to return to reality and resurrect such a large number of "neutral" witches.

It's not that they're troubled about how to deal with them. After all, let alone such a small number of witches, even if Jiang Kehan ​​resurrected all the witches who had died in Fran in the past, it wouldn't affect the future situation.

Even the various empires were happy to accept these witches, giving them a home where they could live out their lives in peace.

Jiang Kehan ​​was just a little troubled about how not to betray the trust of these witches.

Sigh, there's still a long way to go. She pouted, glanced at the still-sleeping Li Hui, and laughed out loud again.

Jiang Kehan ​​had some ill intentions in trying to pass these problems on to Li Hui to handle, after all, the other party was once the setting sun that illuminated the world, and his management talent was not as bad as hers.

Besides, if he doesn't make things difficult for his wife, why should he make things difficult for himself?!

It wasn't revenge for Li Hui almost ruining her life, at least not in Jiang Kehan's opinion.

She had other plans for real revenge.

Hehehe, Jiang Kehan ​​subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth before realizing that witches don't drool.

cough.

Jiang Kehan ​​stopped her wild thoughts, suddenly raised her arm, and issued a command to the sky.

"Everything belongs to me, and everything will come to an end."

Thus, the ceremony resumed, and countless wails, accompanied by roars, gradually vanished.

Jiang Kehan's eyes emitted a pure white glow as she let out a long breath.

Subsequently, the price that the night-blooming jasmine had prepared came one after another, serving as a sacrifice and stirring up the void.

Those who died during the witch civil war were all at the first level of the Great Witch, or even lower, so even if they retained their "will", it would be difficult for them to be resurrected.

Unless someone pays an extra price.

The great ones would not trade one witch's life for another, so even if there were truly good people among the witches who died in battle, they could only remain in the Gate of Time.

But now, the price is paid by sinners who are willing to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the rebirth of another group of witches.

Thus, the scales reached equilibrium, awaiting the final exchange.

Jiang Kehan ​​wasn't in a hurry. Instead, she looked at Keva Miller and pursed her lips.

Keva Miller was definitely an exception. She was probably on the verge of the third stage of the Great Witch when she died, but she died voluntarily. Even if the Witch King hadn't tried to kill her, she couldn't have been prevented from dying.

Therefore, the power of the Witch of Vengeance alone is not enough to resurrect her.

Originally, Ye Lai Xiang wanted to exchange herself for Keva Miller's rebirth, since her true strength was probably not too far from the End level.

Fully meets the requirements.

But now, Jiang Kehan ​​doesn't want Ye Yu to die, and she also wants to revive Keva Miller, so the only option left is the method she had already decided on.

Keva Miller was instructed to summon the resentment of witches who died before the Society's era to resurrect herself.

But would Keva Miller really be willing?

Jiang Kehan ​​was somewhat uncertain. Her method of reviving Keva Miller was different from Ye Laixiang's. Ye Laixiang did not need to rely on the other party's power, but Jiang Kehan ​​did.

Even if she possessed the power of the End Level, she could not force those resentful thoughts to submit.

"We have to give it a try after all." After hesitating for a while, Jiang Kehan ​​decisively woke up Keva Miller, but she was still uneasy.

Keva Miller blinked, revealing the same unchanging eyes of the other person. When she saw that it was Jiang Kehan, she was not surprised. She simply stood up weakly and broke free from Jiang Kehan's embrace.

Then, she sat on the ground, gazing at the gradually shattering and restarting portal of time and space, her gaze distant, but she remained silent.

Jiang Kehan ​​sat down as well and asked.

Do you... want to go back to the future?

"Although many witches in the future will never have seen you, they were indeed born from your sacrifice, and now you can come back to life and continue to protect Fran."

The sacrifices of the past will not disappear with Keva Miller's resurrection. She is no longer bound by Farhan's past, and a brand new future awaits her.

But Keva Miller remained silent, her lips pursed.

Jiang Kehan ​​had a bit of a headache; she wasn't really good at persuading others.

So she also became quiet, and happily watched the brief peace before her.

Everything is breaking apart, yet it's like a poem being sung; even amidst the ruins and embers, it continues to radiate heat.

Whether epic or hymn, the will of countless witches resonates and flows endlessly.

And so, Keva Miller finally spoke up.

She gazed into the distance at everything she had protected, her tone unexpectedly complex, even tinged with resentment.

"Actually, I also want to continue to protect those laughs, those wonderful creators, and Fran."

"But do you know what, Kehan?"